Vic Spencer
December’s Hell
[Intro]
(It’s real dark in here now)
Brain’s leaking
Hella roomy motherfucker

[Verse 1]
Sex on the beach next to a freak
Just lamping in the Hamptons, never camping for sneaks
Swift as shit Reggie Miller with the quick release
Any and every n***a with me is a G
This is December’s hell
When it’s cold outside I ride, glide
Slide to your momma’s warm apple pie
Mmm that’s a metaphor for pussy
Like a pair of metal doors mother fuckers you can’t push me
Vaginal rappers be looking for the strokes
Catch me outside toting a [?]
Smoking your grove hoping you croak
While you in the studio spitting that shit that you wrote
I just spoke to Sean Price and said “body this”
Sneaker game hurt more than a karate kick to the face have you slobbering
Shit took me a while but now I got it
Use my wrist to cook up now that’s an option bitch

[Verse 2]
Big Ghost with the skinny old fart
Slid [?] on Noah’s Ark
I’m ready to spark
Relax Jack, I crack backs
Send it up with super tough ass rappers with back smacks
I’m way past facts n***a I craft math
Sketched in a stone world wide
Took a ride and now I’m back
To take what’s rightfully mine, goodnight my shine
N***as be writing in line, biting and dying
Shoutout to current events
The rap game’s sweet, everybody’s album’s weak
Stop shopping in boutiques
They don’t support [?]
And their fucking workers [?] goofies
I beat their fucking face in and put blood on their new sneaks
Fold your body like you’re folding them clothes
N***as know you won’t be getting no hoes
You and your n***a wear a bulletproof vest I guess that’s [?]
[Bridge]
Imma be one of the coldest n***a out here
Fuck them n***as man
Them n***as nt even
Fuck them n***as man

[Outro: Busta Rhymes]
One thing that we represent is the same rule and tradition
Nobody gonna spit shit that ain’t come out of their own pen
Imma be honest with you man
There’s some dudes right now [?] that are looked at as some
Of the most incredible artists
And it’s mind blowing to me
Because they got a team of unknown celebrities penning their verses
(Wow)
And they picking and choosing the best bars
From these n***as verse to compile into one verse
(That bothers my soul)
It fucks with me so much
(It bothers me because-)
It fucks with me so much
Only because, only because
You know again we was bred not to air dirty laundry
But Imma be honest with you Imma have to have a conversation
With the individual
Deep than that I just got a problem with when n***as collect their accolades
And run around talking and advocating something
And taking credit and claiming the divine
For shit they didn’t have nothing to do with